rambling round midnight

I’m a night owl, this has worked for me most of my life. I’m sure if left to my own devices, no job, no children, no demands on my time, I would once again revert to being a night creature.

When I was young, it was not unusual for me to stay up until the morning. I would write, watch TV, clean my house. I really enjoyed the mornings even. I would watch the sun come up, then I would fall into bed, and sleep for 6 or 7 hours. I just didn’t need much sleep back then.

I still fight my night owl tendencies. It’s when I feel the most creative. It’s when my soul wakes up and dreams. It is the time of day that I can see myself as I really am. Night time is so quiet, so magical. My night ramblings have become fewer and farther in between, though. Just having a job can curtail it to a certain extent. Having small children will do a number on it as well. I remember when I was pregnant with my son, I prayed and prayed he would be a night owl like me. Now I’m sure he is. He will wake up in the middle of the night, and watch a movie with me. I know I should probably make him go back to bed, but I so enjoy just hanging on the couch with him, cuddling and talking about a movie, or the day’s events.

My small son is a dreamer, a feeler, like me. He feels things so deeply. He is moved easily, and he is very emotional. I love this about him. He has a tender heart, and I know, that even if he were not my son, I would really like the person he is. I keep thinking what a gift this is.

I know I’m rambling, but I like to ramble, to just wander off and see where my mind takes me. Where will I end up next? Will anyone care?

I think a scavenger hunt is in order, I will have to think on this, and see what I can come up with.

Well, I guess I’ll end my day here. I must sleep, if I am to function.

Peace,

OC